🌒 Path to Pleasure The sound of the wine flowing into the glass was almost as silent as her footsteps on the polished wood. She sat down slowly on the sofa, crossing her legs with the calm of someone who knows she is being watched… and desired. On the floor, a solitary bottle — already open, already complicit — seemed to beg for a new touch. But it was the glass that lay down first, stained by a trace of red wine, as if it had surrendered to the scene. Then came the gesture. Her toes, delicate and firm, found the neck of the bottle. They wrapped around it with silent dominance. As if she knows she doesn’t need to say a word to command. The balance between strength and lightness, between invitation and dominance… that was her true art. You, standing there, can’t take your eyes off her. You know you could kneel. That you could — and should — lose yourself in that vision. Her feet say more than any promise. They are the ones who lead, dictate the rhythm, provoke, punish, reward. My feet are the path to pleasure. She doesn't say. She lets you discover. One step at a time. — 🔒 Want Part 2? Ask for it by message. It's more intense, more provocative... And it only comes to those who know how to obey. Paula Morais #foot worship